Randy and Resolute
Anon stared blankly up at the ceiling of his office, his exhausted mind a jumbled mess. He would have - hell, should have been distressed, but he was too emotionally drained to care about much of anything. Lowering his head and glancing at the paternity results on his desk, he pinched the bridge of his nose.
There should have been no possible way that he could knock up a pony, yet that’s exactly what he’d ended up doing. Ms. Harshwhinny, a particularly demanding mare who’d spent a few nights at his inn, had ended up with a bun in her oven - a bun that he’d put there. He’d never even considered the risk of impregnating an Equestrian, given the wildly different biology between himself and the natives, so the news that he’d somehow helped father a foal was as jarring as it was confounding.
The only good news, if it could be called that, was that Harshwhinny had been quite insistent that he wouldn’t have to pay a dime in child support. While it was true that she’d simply wanted a good time with him, back when she’d spent a few nights, she wasn’t bothered that she’d soon be a mother - in fact, she seemed rather happy about the development. As relieved as he was that he wouldn’t have to end up losing a sizeable chunk of his meager funds, a part of him felt bad for unintentionally siring an heir - mercifully, having conferred at length with her, he’d learned that single parent homes weren’t all that uncommon.
It had taken him several days to process everything, finally coming to terms with the fact that he’d unwittingly become a sperm donor, although he still couldn’t wrap his mind around how he’d successfully inseminated a tiny, pastel equine - unfortunately for him, finding an answer to the question would be nearly impossible. There were only a small handful of folks who were powerful or knowledgeable enough to explain how he’d fertilized a pony’s egg, and none of them were easily accessible. His first and arguably most logical choices of creatures to speak with presented their own problems.
Twilight was one of, if not the most scholarly pony on the face of Equestria - that said, she had a number of faults. For starters, after he’d arrived, she’d subjected him to all manner of experiments, with some being more invasive than others, and then adopted him almost like an exotic pet - secondly, if or when she did find out he’d managed to successfully breed with an Equestrian, he had no doubt that she’d be knocking at his door for yet another round of exams. Though he felt certain that she’d eventually learn of Ms. Harshwhinny’s condition, and that he was the father, he’d rather delay the inevitable of dealing with her.
The second beast he wished to speak with was Eris, the Lady of Chaos herself, but there was a problem - two problems in fact. While it was true that she’d effectively undone any ramifications of his escapade across Equestria, tweaking everyone’s memory to have them forget about his lewd antics, he hadn’t seen her since she’d gifted him his bed and breakfast. Try as he might, going so far as to ask Fluttershy to reach out to the seductive, serpentine chimera for him, he hadn’t heard a peep from the draconequus.
As he massaged his temples and straightened in his chair, he told himself that it wasn’t all bad. Aside from his business doing relatively well, he’d managed to keep from accidentally bedding anyone for the better of two weeks. Now that he knew he was virile enough to sow his seed beyond the interspecies threshold, he’d need to be extra careful in the future.
Ding Ding Ding
“Just a sec,” he grunted, getting to his feet and throwing the lab results in his desk drawer.
Regardless of how he felt, he couldn’t let anything keep him down for too long. With nobody to help with chores, errands, or to assist with bills, he only had himself to rely on. Standing tall and adjusting his shirt, brushing out the wrinkles before tucking it into his slacks, he tried to make himself presentable before turning and walking out to the front desk.
“How can I help you, Ma’am?” he chipperly asked, spying an apricot-colored unicorn lingering just beyond the counter.
Her emerald eyes danced over his frame for only a moment, before settling on his face. “I’d like a room for three nights.”
“Sure,” he responded, blindly reaching over and taking a key from the wall behind himself. “It’s twenty bits per night, checkout time is at four pm on your last day, and a complimentary breakfast is served at nine am,” he added, scribbling up a receipt.
She paused and shifted slightly, cocking her head to the side. “Any suggestions on entertainment? I don’t visit Ponyville all that often.”
He suppressed a shudder, the mare’s mention of entertainment tickling his fight or flight response. “If I’m being honest, not really. You could tour the School of Friendship, check out Sweet Apple Acres, or visit Twilight’s Castle, but that’s about it.”
“Ugh - why am I not surprised,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. “Sire’s Hollow isn’t much better, but at least we recently got a movie theater.”
Crossing around the counter and kneeling in front of her, he presented her key. “I wish we had a theater here. The last time I saw a movie was when I visited the Crystal Empire.”
“My son used to live there,” she grumbled, “back when he was the Royal Crystaller for Princess Cadance and Prince Shining Armor. I can understand him wishing to teach, but I seriously hope he understands what he gave up by moving here - n…not that there’s anything wrong with Ponyville.”
“Nah -” Anon chuckled, dismissively waving a hand, “you’re fine, trust me. I know this place isn’t all that exciting.” Pushing himself up, he spotted and nodded at her luggage. “Want me to carry that for you?”
She shook her head and ignited her horn, surrounding the suitcase’s handle with a chartreuse aura. “I can handle it. While I appreciate the offer, I’m hardly that old.”
“Never said you were -” he replied, the smile on his face replaced by one of genuine warmth, “actually, before you’d mentioned having a son, I wouldn’t have pegged you for a mother at all.”
“Oh stop it,” she tittered. Shifting to face him, keeping her luggage suspended at her side, she extended a foreleg. “By the way, the name’s Stellar Flare.”
“Anon,” he hummed, squatting down to shake her hoof. “But you probably already knew that.”
Her cheeks darkened ever so slightly, as she withdrew her leg and flicked a bang from her face. “Guilty. Now then, if it’s all the same to you, could you show me to my room? The train ride was a bit tiresome and I’d really like to freshen up before heading out to visit my son.”
“Totally understandable,” he grunted, motioning to a doorway behind her. “You’ll be staying upstairs. I’ll show you the amenities if -”
“I’m sure I’ll be fine,” she cut him off, wheeling around and making for the stairwell. “Is it alright if I pay you after I unpack? My purse is in my suitcase.”
Catching himself inspecting her tush, watching her full hips swing from side to side behind her shortly cropped tail, he shook his head and rubbed his eyes. “Sure, yeah, that’s fine. I should be around all afternoon, so just catch me whenever.”
As he watched her disappear out of sight, hearing the floorboards creak slightly above himself, he cursed beneath his breath. In spite of having knocked up Ms. Harshinny and knocked boots with Mayor Mare, who he dearly hoped he hadn’t pumped a foal into, his lecherous instincts were as insistent and subversive as ever. The last thing he needed was to end up making an even more unscrupulous name for himself, so he wanted - no, needed to stave off the temptation of doing anything naughty with any more of his customers, irrespective of how attractive and pleasant they were to talk with. Doing his best to tamp down his urges, telling himself that she may be married, he marched off to his kitchen to see if he needed anything from the local shop.
To his pleasant surprise and no small amount of relief, the remainder of his day went quite smoothly. Stellar appeared roughly an hour later, presumably after a nap, and paid him before heading out for the afternoon. After she’d departed to visit with her son, he left to pick up a few groceries, made some dinner for himself, and eventually curled up for the night.
~
The following morning, having gotten a long, restful sleep, he started the day like any other. His first order of business was a shower, followed by making his bed, then making some breakfast for himself and his guests. Considering he only had one tenant, and a particularly amiable one at that, he decided to do something a bit special. It wasn’t every day that he made blueberry pancakes and yogurt parfaits, but his chat with Stellar, while brief, made him feel like she’d appreciate the effort.
Standing at his kitchen counter, adorned in a simple t-shirt and shorts, he juggled juicing a bag full of fresh oranges and wrangling with a softly hissing griddle on the stove. Back when he’d opened his business, he’d initially thought that his customers could fend for themselves in the morning - that was until a particularly irate griffin chastised him for forgetting the breakfast part of operating a bed and breakfast. Sliding one pancake onto a plate, and swiftly ladling a heaping spoonful of batter into the heated pan, he failed to hear the sound of approaching hooffalls approaching from behind him.
“That smells amazing,” a lilting voice called, causing him to glance over his shoulder. Lazily trotting through his office and into his kitchen, Stellar smiled and stifled a yawn. “Hope I’m not interrupting.”
“Not at all. I was just about to head upstairs to see if you’d like some,” he snickered. “Care for some coffee or tea?”
“Coffee would be heavenly,” she yawned, awkwardly hopping up and into one of the human-sized seats at his kitchen table. “Need any help?”
Shaking his head, leaving the final flapjack to finish cooking, he retrieved a mug from his cupboard and filled it with java. “Don’t sweat it. I wouldn’t be much of an innkeeper if I had my visitors doing the work for me,” he noted, crossing the room and handing her the steaming beverage. “Here ya go.”
She took a small sip and contentedly exhaled. “Polite, handsome, and you know how to make a decent pot of coffee - if those pancakes are half as good as they smell, I may need to start visiting my son more regularly.”
Feeling himself starting to blush, he rubbed the back of his neck. “Come on, it’s nothing that special.”
“I beg to differ,” she softly insisted, her gaze lingering on his groin for the briefest of moments, “but it’s a moot point. I’m sure such a capable human like yourself already has a special somepony.”
“I could say the same about you,” he countered, struggling to keep his eyes on her grinning face. “I bet there’s a Mr. Flare waiting for you back home.”
Her expression wavered, as she turned her attention into the mug’s murky contents. “There was a Mr. Flare, but that was a long, long time ago.”
“Ah - uh - sorry about that,” he fumblingly murmured, turning and flipping the pancake.
“No need to apologize, he did his job and gave me a wonderful little colt.” she mused, “It would have been nice if he’d visited, but c'est la vie.”
He began setting the table, having finished and added the last pancake to the pile. “That’s kinda how I like to look at things. It’s not like I ever planned to leave my world and end up in Equestria, losing all my family and friends in the process, but shit happens sometimes.” Catching himself, he uneasily smiled over at her. “Sorry, I try not to curse around customers.”
Batting a hoof at him, she laughed. “If you think the occasional swear word is bad, you should try living with a colt going through puberty - anyways, yes, I couldn’t agree more. While both our lives have had a number of unexpected twists and turns, at least our paths brought us to this wonderful little moment and this delectable looking breakfast you’ve made.”
Having placed the pitcher of orange juice, two empty glasses, and the pair of parfaits on the table, he seated himself opposite from her. “Amen to that. Any plans for today?”
Pouring syrup over her short stack, she shook her head. “I’m apparently going to be dragged out to some cavern by my son and one of his friends, though I’m not particularly looking forward to it. How about yourself?”
Anon shrugged, pausing with a forkful of pancake inches from his face. “The most exciting thing I have to do today is to go pay my water bill - other than that, I’ll probably just end up hanging around.”
Swallowing down her first bite of piping hot flapjack, she closed her eyes and shivered. “Well if you’d like to chat or spend some time this evening, I’d be more than happy - actually, unless my son wants to have dinner, how about I make us some stuffed shells tonight?”
“Hardly fitting for a guest to feed their host ~ wouldn’t you say?” he laughed, wagging his fork at her.
“Tell you what,” she remarked, dabbing her pouting lips with her napkin, “if you go pick up the ingredients, I’ll do the cooking; should you insist on doing something more than that, you could pick up some wine and make some garlic bread for us.”
Leaning across the table, finding it nearly impossible to turn down her offer, he offered his open hand. “It’s a deal, Ms. Flare.”
“Please,” she giggled, “call me Stellar.”
After they shook on the arrangement, they chatted for a bit, finished their breakfast, and she set off for her begrudging adventure. The uplifting change of pace, while unexpected, was just what he needed to take his mind off more dire or perplexing matters. Once he’d cleaned up and made a list, he closed his Open sign to Be Back in 30 Minutes and left to go buy ingredients for their evening meal.
As he unhurriedly trotted through town, he had a tough time keeping his guest out of his mind. He’d had nice customers before, yet Stellar was in a league of her own; she was funny, quick witted, and very easy on the eyes - for fuck’s sake, she was even the head of the development comity of her hometown! To make matters even more interesting, unless he was totally insane or tone deaf, he could swear she was interested in him!
By the time he returned home, carrying several bags of provisions and a bottle of what he hoped was good wine, his spirits had been lifted considerably. The way he saw it, there was no way he wasn’t going to have a great afternoon. A nice conversation, a good home cooked dinner, and some relaxation would be a welcome departure from the solitude and mundane meals he’d grown so accustomed to - still, as happy as he was, he couldn’t shrug off the nagging thought that things may go awry. Hours passed and he spent his time tidying up, including changing the blankets in Stellar’s room, until he heard his front door open and slam shut.
“Just a minute!” he shouted, rushing from his laundry room. As he rounded a corner and saw Stellar muttering to herself in the lobby, he slowed. “Is everything ok?”
Looking over in his direction, she halfheartedly smiled. “Aside from having achy hooves and learning my son still doesn’t have a marefriend, I’m just peachy.”
He knit his brow and rubbed his chin, staring down at the floor. “Well, for what it’s worth, you don’t have to cook anything this evening; I could pick up a pizza for us and we could just relax. It might be a bit early for dinner, but I haven’t had lunch yet.”
A wounded look shot across Stellar’s face, as she inched closer to him. “Neither have I, but that’s besides the point; I wouldn’t want to impose. I said I would make us some pasta, so -”
“Ah ah ah -” he tutted, interrupting her. “I insist. Even though you’re paying for a room, you’re still my guest - that and it sounds like you had a less than stellar morning.”
Her titter was heartwarming to a fault, while she crossed the gap between them to pat his calf. “Well at least let me do something.”
Thinking for a moment, he squatted down to face her. “You any good at bowling?”
“Oh heavens no,” she groaned, “but I am quite good at cards.”
He reached out and softly patted her shoulder, as a smile crept across his face. “Well it sounds like we have a plan. What do you want on your pizza?”
“Whatever suits your fancy, so long as it’s not anchovies - bleh,” she theatrically retched, sticking her tongue out.
“Alright, you hold down the fort for me,” he instructed, standing and making for the exit. “It shouldn’t take me longer than twenty minutes or so to get the grub. If anyone comes in while I’m out, just tell them I’ll be right back.”
Seeing her shoot him a salute and a wink, he strolled outside and made a beeline for the local pizzeria, an establishment which came shortly after the school’s construction, and hummed to himself. He would have invited her to come along with him, if she hadn’t made a comment about her hooves being sore, but he wasn’t all that bothered by going out by his lonesome. He’d have all afternoon to lounge and relax with her, maybe even learning a few details about her son, which suited him just fine.
It felt like he’d only been gone a matter of minutes, before he returned home with two steaming pies and found Stellar waiting for him. “You want to eat in the kitchen or in the living room?”
“I’m not picky, but sitting in your lounge would let us play while we eat,” she stated, levitating and shuffling a deck of cards from her magic. “And don’t worry about the cards - they’re stain proof.”
Pivoting on his heel and walking into his den, he rested the pizzas on his recliner, eased himself down in front of the coffee table, and made himself comfortable. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d played cards with anyone, so he hoped she wouldn’t be too rough on him. As she sat herself across from him and slid two cards across the polished wooden surface, he offered her a slice of pie.
This - this is what he’d dreamt of when he’d opened his little inn; nothing wild, nothing too exceptional - just being able to kick back and make a connection with someone new. Though he lost the first five hands in a row, three of which to her impeccable bluffing skills, he was having more fun than she was - at least he presumed he was. The game was just a setting, something to do while talking, and it quickly took a backseat to their conversation.
They chatted about their families, where they’d grown up, and even what they’d done to make a living over the years. Neither of their histories were particularly thrilling, barring his mysterious journey to Equestria, but that was the charm of it - that they simply connected. Everything had been going perfectly, as the sun dipped toward the horizon, until a somewhat heavy subject blindsided him.
“You know,” she began, shuffling the cards in midair, “I heard about you and Ms. Harshwhinny…”
His smile waned and he reflexively looked away. “I’m going to pretend like I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I also heard how she’s now expecting,” Stellar nonchalantly continued, ignorant to or outright ignoring his anxious fidgeting.
“Listen, it really wasn’t my fault,” he sighed. “She was very, very insistent and she paid me a ton of bits.”
Tapping and setting the deck against the table, dealing them each a pair of face-down cards, she studied her hand. “May I ask how much?”
“If you have to know, two-hundred,” he responded, lifting and scowling at his terrible hand.
“Huh -” she grunted, peering over at him, “I was going to offer you double that.”
The blood drained from his face, a cold lump formed in his stomach, and he sat motionless, struggling to comprehend what she’d just said. “I…I’m sorry?”
Placing her cards down on the table, she sauntered around the table and brought her snout to within an inch of his face. “I said I was planning on offering you four-hundred bits to act as my substitute stud.”
His jaw flapped uselessly for a second, as his thoughts began to race. Was she bullshitting him? How had she found out that Ms. Harshwhinny was pregnant? Had she come to visit just to get a heaping helping of his foal-batter? A thousand questions flitted through his mind, until she leaned in and softly brought her snout to his ear.
“Listen, I can tell you’re a bit new to this, but what do you have to lose? You’re a healthy, virile male, and I’m a mare who desperately wants to hear the pitter-patter of little hooves scampering through my home. If my son won’t give me a foal to dote on, I may as well have another colt or little filly myself ~ wouldn’t you say?” she whispered, her hot breath tickling his ear. “And before you ask, yes, I will absolutely make Ms. Harshwhinny or any other mare you’ve had a good time with look dreadful in comparison.”
Having said what she needed to, she spun in place, flicked her tail to the side, gave him a very close look at her moistened nethers, and slowly trotted away. To say the development was jarring would be an understatement. He’d anticipated a relaxing afternoon, doing nothing more than playing cards and swapping stories with what he’d thought was an innocent, older mare, but that couldn’t have been further from the truth. As he sat motionless, watching her vanish up the stairwell and presumably to her room, he got to his feet.
On one hand, he knew he should have immediately turned her down, that potentially knocking her up would only result in more problems - on the other, four-hundred bits and bedding a MILF was a damn enticing offer. Given that prostitution wasn’t illegal, as far as he knew, and that she had expressed an interest in having another child, he found it difficult not to indulge her. Following along after her, his shorts already tenting, he tried and failed to justify what he was about to do as being a responsible business owner - after all, he didn’t want to leave a customer unsatisfied. Reaching the second floor and wandering to her open door, he peeked inside and discovered her waiting for him.
“Go ahead and make yourself comfortable for me,” she purred, pointing up to the vacant bed. “I’d like to see what that old nag was raving about.”
Her flattery did little to quell his mounting excitement, as he moved to and onto the mattress. It wasn’t like he was an actual whore, but there was one thing he’d learned from his myriad of experiences with ponies - the older ones definitely held an advantage. With their age, seasoned mares typically had a wellspring of experience to draw from, they knew what they liked, and they definitely weren’t ashamed to seize the initiative. Laying on his back, having pulled a pillow under his head, he peered down his chest while Stellar joined him on the sheets.
As she coolly made her way between his parted legs and toward his groin, she sent power into her horn. “Now let’s have a good look at you…”
Anon remained still, fighting the impulse to stop his shorts from being magically pulled down his thighs. “Trust me, it’s nothing that impre-”
“Oh sweet Celestia!” she gasped, seeing his manhood spring free. “Y…you’re huge!”
Her awestruck reaction to his endowment, intended or not, evoked a twitch from his cock. It wasn’t like he’d ever made it a point to check, but it was apparently true that he was rather large compared to all but the most well-hung stallions. Unable to stop himself from grinning, savoring the stunned, enthralled expression on her face, he laced his hands behind his head and waggled his hips from side to side.
Drawing her tongue over her lips, gingerly grasping and angling his length toward her face, she opened her mouth and cautiously eased forward. He wouldn’t have been opposed to a sixty nine, so they could both get warmed up a bit, yet being able to watch her suck him off was too good to pass up. As she rested on her haunches between his thighs, steadily nursing and playing with the sensitive tip of his shaft, her heavily lidded eyes never left his face.
The sight of her with his dick her muzzle, all while she keenly watched his reaction, may have been one of the most alluring things he’d ever seen. To bed a lustful creature was one thing, but to be serviced by one who knew what they were doing was something else entirely. Groaning around his length, she drew a breath and slipped him into the snug confines of her throat.
“F…fuck,” he hissed. “You’re pretty good at this.”
Withdrawing in a flash, taking care to stroke him off with a forehoof, she freed her snout. “I know. If you think this is impressive, just wait until you’re watching my juicy flank bouncing on your lap.”
Silencing herself by practically inhaling his manhood to the hilt, only giving the slightest gag, she let her actions speak for herself. This - this was a mare who sure as shit wasn’t to be trifled with. The way she fellated him was something only a novice could dream of, yet it was the prospect of seeing and feeling her marehood wrapped around him that caused his pulse to truly race. Brushing his fingers through her mane, mutely giving her encouragement, he lightly bucked into her muzzle.
It may have been his imagination, but it felt like she lasted for well over a minute straight before needing to get some air. As she lifted her head, mopping pre-cum and saliva from his shaft, she reared back and left a glimmering strand of drool connecting her to his pillar-like tool. The sensation of the comparatively cool air to the heat of her maw was tragic - heartbreaking even, though seeing her lazily turn and present her rear more than made up for the momentary anguish.
“Just let me do all the work,” she cooed, inching back and getting into position.
He nodded thoughtlessly, enthralled by her gradually descending ass. Holy hell - she hadn’t been kidding about her tush. Full and plump, with a pair of foal-bearing hips to match, her rump was a thing of beauty. As her winking entrance kissed his cock-head, teasing him with her sweltering depths, she looked over her shoulder and giggled.
A pithy remark or sinful promise wouldn’t have been out of place, but she wasn’t that sort of mare. Instead of saying anything, with her tail out of the way to give him an unfettered view, she sluggishly impaled herself upon him. It was hard for him to say what was better, seeing him sink into her or the sensation of her heavenly interior - either way, it took everything he had to keep himself from moaning.
Having hilted him with perilously little effort, she contentedly waggled her hips and clenched around the root of his shaft. “Now you can put your hands to work…”
Without waiting for his response, leaning forward and bracing her forehooves against the mattress, she began fucking herself on him. As fun as it would have been to take an entirely passive role, he couldn’t bring himself to do it. Removing his hands from behind his head, he extended his arms, grasped her waist, and aided in her movements. If she was paying him for a good time, he’d be remiss for having her do everything by herself.
It only took him a second to get her rhythm down, following her it with his eyes, before he took a much more active part. Thrusting up to meet her descents, watching ripples move across her supple backside as their bodies collided, he was rewarded with a throaty, wholly unbecoming moan. Gone was the demure, polite mare who’d trotted in the day prior - replaced by a well-equipped sexual carnivore.
Her technique was impeccable, relaxing on her downstrokes while fiercely squeezing him with her ascents. To put it simply, being with her was an experience. Each action she took, from the way she grasped his manhood to the way she sultrily peeked back at him was perfect. Aside from the factors she could control, her snatch sat squarely in the goldilocks zone - not too taut, not too loose, but just right.
“Surprised you - Nnnph - don’t have stallions fighting over you,” he grunted, gradually increasing his speed.
Matching his every move, she sheathed his cock and ground her ass against his lap. “Oh I do, but I wanted something special.”
Seconds passed into minutes and longer still, as the air grew thick with the smell of sex and the sounds of hedonistic delights. He really should have realized that life would keep throwing him lecherous curve-balls, yet the periodic perverse surprises still continued to surprise him. Throwing one arm back and propping himself up, he gave her hindquarters a smack.
“Mind if I take the wheel?” he asked, running his fingers up the cleft of her rear.
Raising her waist and leaning forward, his shaft slipping from her, she pressed her chest to the sheets and invitingly swayed her rump from side to side. “By all means, ruin me.”
He didn’t need to be told twice, bolting to his knees and shuffling up behind her. He could have easily let her ride him to finish, but where was the fun in that? Sinking his length into her, relishing the way she shuddered around him, he loomed over and set to railing her like a dog in heat. Little by little, plunge after plunge, his reservations were drowned out by the warmth and blissful sensations she afforded.
“R…right there,” she falteringly croaked.
Judging from the way her depths convulsed, the hitch in her panting voice, and the tremble in her thighs, he was led to believe she wouldn’t be able to last much longer - not like that was a problem. She’d booked a room for three nights, and he presumed she’d be spending each and every one in his company. Casting aside his inhibitions and embracing his desires, he hammered away at her succulent marehood.
Try as he might, there was a part of him which reveled in the fact that he was extraordinarily fertile. He’d never spoken much of it to anyone, yet the thought of breeding a lover was never far from his thoughts while he was getting laid. As he shifted the angle of his plunges, accosting her womb and gliding his length over her g-spot, his hand wandered around her waist and to her engorged clit.
The second his fingers glided over the sensitive little nub of flesh, she howled and bathed his groin, thighs, and bedspread in hot, syrupy nectar. Her climactic howl was sweet music to his ears, pushing him past the point of no return and signaling his own release. To hell with it - if she wanted a foal, either in the form of a grand-kid or one for herself, he’d do his damnedest to make her wish come true.
Flinging himself over her, pressing his chest to her back and turning her head to face him, he locked lips with her while filling her foal factory. Fuck if he knew how fertile she was or even if she’d passed the point of being able to bear a child, but he filled her with every drop of his thick, potent seed. It was only when his pistoning hips drew to a halt, keeping his manhood buried within her, that he relented and broke the impulsive kiss.
“W…we should probably go another round,” she croaked, weakly pushing back against him, “just in c…case.”
Wrapping his arms around her torso, he threw his weight back and landed on the dampened sheets with her to his chest. “Just - Cough - don’t blame me if you’re sore in the morning.”
She shifted atop him, unsheathed herself from his softening cock, and rolled onto her back beside him. “Maybe you should…What?”
Looking over at her, seeing her clamp her thighs together while lifting her lower legs, he quirked a brow. “What are you doing?”
“I’m letting it marinate,” she breathed, flexing her vice-like confines to draw every drop of his essence as deeply as she could.
Blood surged to his loins, making his manhood excitedly twitch. “Y…yeah, I’ll go grab that wine.”
She really wasn’t bluffing about wanting a foal - that or she simply liked feeling his cum inside herself. Reaching over and stroking her hind legs, his digits dancing over her entrance, he gulped. With the clarity of his post-coital euphoria eclipsing his enthusiasm to get his dick wet, he came to a startling realization. If things kept going the way they were going, it wouldn’t be long until he’d truly earn the title of substitute stud.